Okay this is my first fan fiction thing so don't be surprised if it's very bad.

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars…..yet…jk

"Hey you need anyone killed?"

"Who the hell are you?"

"Yes or no?"

"Well… how many have you killed before?"

"It's my first time."

"Hey Randy we got a first-timer here, who should we tell him to kill?"

"Why the hell should I care damn it?"

"Excuse Randy over there, he just got dumped by his girlfriend."

"You know there are lots of other employers 'round here."

"Fine, I want you to kill Jen Sartens."

"Where can I find him?"
"Hey I aint gonna help you make your money pal, now get going."

One Week Earlier

The cool breeze swept past Dayvid face. His instructor had told him meditate again for that recent outburst he had in class. The only reason he was at the academy was because his parents couldn't really afford to feed the whole family and they thought the Jedi would teach him to make money. But Dayvid had been at the academy for five years now. (8 to 13) He hadn't been accepted by a Jedi Knight to become a Padawan so he was going to be sent to the Agricultural Corps.

Suddenly a voice rang out, "Dayvid, what do you hear?"

"An idiot's voice, what else?" Dayvid replied with ignorance.

"Dayvid that is not the point of meditating outside, you are just trying to listen to the creatures and clear your mind, said the man who Dayvid recognized as the instructor who sent him out to meditate.

The man walked over to Dayvid and put his hand on his shoulder.

"Dayvid, I know you're mad at us now, but it's better for us if you worked in the

Agricultural Corps," said the man with kindness and sorrow showing in his large blue

eyes.

"Well it would be better for me if I didn't have to do these exercises and instead I could get a job to help my family," Dayvid said with great irritation in his voice.

"That's why you're gonna be in the Agricultural Corps, if you work hard, than we'll help your family out for you.

"Yeah sure, you bloody traitors," Dayvid thought to himself.

A long silence passed between them as Instructor gazed at Dayvid and Dayvid glared angrily at a tree.

Finally the instructor said "Why don't you go and get ready now for your initiation into the Agricultural Corps tomorrow?"

"All right," Dayvid grudgingly replied.

However Dayvid planned on packing his bags and leaving for a job. A job that allowed him to use his strengths. A job that was not illegal. A job that could earn him lots of money. And finally, a job that would gain him fame and glory. An occupation such as this is commonly known as being a Bounty Hunter.